A lawyer died and arrived at the pearly gates. To his dismay, there were
thousands of people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter. But, to his
surprise, St. Peter left his desk at the gate and came down the long
line to where the lawyer was, and greeted him warmly. Then St. Peter and
one of his assistants took the lawyer by the hands and guided him up to
the front of the line, and into a comfortable chair by his desk. The
lawyer said, "I don't mind all this attention, but what makes me so
special?" St. Peter replied, "Well, I've added up all the hours for
which you billed your clients, and by my calculation you must be about
193 years old!"
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